"Hmm, Oi must've gotten lucky not gettin caught"Earthhand winks at the group, reaching into the folds of his cloak to produce a long wooden pipe filled with strange-looking purple herbs and taking a puff, seemingly without lighting it.
Wait so is this cleric permanently joining our party? I kinda wish I'd known that before rolling a now third healer...
Mikkael is an NPC more for story driving purposes than anything else. And you guys are gonna need all the extra healing and gods on your side you can get! ;)
Sounds like a good balance, just checking!
"Likewise, Ackum, much obleegiated." Thorok turns to the halfling. "Earthhand's me druidic title, s'not any tribe Oi know of. Oi wandered here oh Oi don' know how many years ago, s'bin a haze these past couple o' decades if'n Oi'm bein honest wit yeh good folk. Wandrin abowt Oi suppose. Fancy a poof?" He raises an eyebrow to Ackam, holding out his pipe, before similarly casting his gaze about the rest of the party.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Rather conspicuously at a corner table sits a figure hooded in what can only be called an approximation of a leather cloak. A poorly stitched collection of hiided barely conceals the imposing frame of a hulking figure beneath it.
those in the bar could swear this person has been sitting here all day, perhaps even waiting in the street for hours before the pub opened and now sits with the same mug of ale that they ordered when they came in
A pair of glowing blue eyes flirt around the bar and land on the table of adventurers as each new member walks in.
despite their best efforts - this humanoids attempt to blend in can only be described as stilted and awkward
The sound of heavy scraping breaks through the din of the bar as Bastion stands from its seat and approaches the table. It is now clear that its patchwork cloak barely covers a massive armored frame reaching almost 7ft tall. Beneath the cowl you can make out a dark weathered blue armor that seems to glow with life from within. A heavy plate-mail hand clunks down on the table interrupting the jovial conversation that has begun. A soothing, but rather monotone voice comes from beneath the cowl and you begin to realize that this is not a humanoid wearing heavy armor, but rather a walking talking piece of living armor.
"GREETINGS. I WAS MADE AWARE OF A REQUEST FOR HELP AND WAS INFORMED TO MEET AT THIS LOCATION. I HAVE BEEN SITTING IN THE CORNER... THERE. AND AFTER CLOSE OBSERVATION HAVE COME TO THE ASSUMPTION THAT THIS IS THE GROUP WITH WHICH I AM TO MEET? CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY MY SUSPICIONS?"
BASTION is a genderless construct from a bygone era. From its build you can tell that whoever crafted this machination designed it with battle in mind. Standing around 7 feet tall and probably weighing in at 320 lbs - BASTION is made entirely of dark metallic blue plate armor with only the slightest silver decorative etchings. Its eyes give off a soft blueish silver glow and the bracers covering its arms are crafted from rather heavy shields and covered in dents and scuffs from countless battles. The chest of this construct has a small silver crest of a shield and despite its intimidating stature it speaks with a soft calming voice.
"By teh shaeggy mane o' Űlȃrian! What in teh foive spirits are ye??"Earthhand starts in surprise upon seeing the giant suit of living armor, and forgets about his pipe for a moment. "Oi don' oft trust enchantmentings t'ain't wrought outta good honest wood and stone, but Oi've an open mind"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam takes the pipe from Earthhand, and examines up close, sniffing the burning essence before cracking a big shit eating grin "Ah, smell o' sweetness, Earthhand," Ackam says and then take a few puffs off the pipe and lets the smoke flow out through his nose. He leans back, dries off some of the beer from Agency's acrobatics and relaxes. He looks over at Varris and nods at his comment about the Etherian red, "I personally can't swallow da grape stuff. Leave me with o' nasty headache. I stick to da ales and liquors."
When Bastion rears his mechanical head over to the group, Ackam sits up straight and mouth agape."What da feck is dat? Darna, what type o' job are we look dat here that we need a feckin walken' machine." But after he hears the soothing voice of Bastion he again relaxes a bit. He stands on his stool and is still shorter than the blue machine. He looks at it straight into its mechanical eyes, are there spirits in dere?he thinks to himself.
Riaell Golden Brow! The Construct! Bastion you say? Magnificent, I'd heard stories, but I never imagined... Magnificent! Mikkael stands and begins to examine Bastion. Darna puts her hand on his arm and directs him back to his chair.
Bastion, you are most welcome, please erm... make yourself comfortable? These will be your companions, Aedra sorceress, Earthhand the druid, Ackam a barbarian sailor from the north, Agency a gladiator of some renown, my brother Mikkael, Cleric of Riaell, and Varris another practitioner of sorcery. Now that we are all here we can begin. I have brought you all here because your reputations proceeded you. You are a capable lot with a variety of skills, your talents in conjunction with the fact that non of you are enmeshed in the current events in Olber make you the perfect candidates. Darna pauses for a moment, unsure how to continue. Things have changed in Olber recently. People fear the night, it used to be the thieves guild kept enough order that all you had to fear was a mugging or kidnapping at the worst. And the Assassins guild dealt severely with anyone who killed without a contract. Now people disappear nightly. There are rumors of shadowy figure striking in the night stealing people away to Gods know where. It started only in the poorer sections of town, but they grow bolder by the day.
What I need for you to do is take the paths that I cannot, I chose some of you because of your... less than lawful backgrounds, there are those among the Thirteen who would talk to you much more readily than me. We must find out what is going on and put a stop to it. I have some few leads that might help you to get started. I have made contacts among several of the guilds that could serve as inroads for you in your investigation. Firstly I think you should see my associate Desguin Rastave of the City Watch. After that there is Renzton WIndsong at the University of Magic, and she lowers her voice and glances around the room. My friend Nimbus in the Thieves Guild. Before I send you off on your investigation I would be remiss if I didn't answer any questions that you have for me. She takes a sip of wine, her mouth suddenly dry. Well?
BASTION stares back into the eyes of Ackam - tilting his head in curiosity. Without breaking the stare of this boisterous Halfling...
”What is your interest in the culling of this threat, Darna? Also I do not mind your friend - I have found that my appearance inspires a bit of curiosity - he is free to examine me within reason.”
Excellent, I Darna shoots him a look *ahem* I suppose there’ll be time enough for that later. Mikkael sits back down
My interest in putting an end to this threat stems from my desire to not see the poor and defenseless trod upon for no better reason than they are poor and defenseless. If the rich were disappearing the nobles would have organized and put a stop to this weeks ago. If no one else will help stop this, it falls to me, well it falls to you, more truthfully, but it falls to me to pay you.
The sound of heavy scraping breaks through the din of the bar as Bastion stands from its seat and approaches the table. It is now clear that its patchwork cloak barely covers a massive armored frame reaching almost 7ft tall. Beneath the cowl you can make out a dark weathered blue armor that seems to glow with life from within. A heavy plate-mail hand clunks down on the table interrupting the jovial conversation that has begun. A soothing, but rather monotone voice comes from beneath the cowl and you begin to realize that this is not a humanoid wearing heavy armor, but rather a walking talking piece of living armor.
"GREETINGS. I WAS MADE AWARE OF A REQUEST FOR HELP AND WAS INFORMED TO MEET AT THIS LOCATION. I HAVE BEEN SITTING IN THE CORNER... THERE. AND AFTER CLOSE OBSERVATION HAVE COME TO THE ASSUMPTION THAT THIS IS THE GROUP WITH WHICH I AM TO MEET? CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY MY SUSPICIONS?"
BASTION is a genderless construct from a bygone era. From its build you can tell that whoever crafted this machination designed it with battle in mind. Standing around 7 feet tall and probably weighing in at 320 lbs - BASTION is made entirely of dark metallic blue plate armor with only the slightest silver decorative etchings. Its eyes give off a soft blueish silver glow and the bracers covering its arms are crafted from rather heavy shields and covered in dents and scuffs from countless battles. The chest of this construct has a small silver crest of a shield and despite its intimidating stature it speaks with a soft calming voice.
Put I love the image of Bastion sitting completely still for 8 hours in the bar while his beer gets warm!
”I find the most effective weapon one can weild against a foe is knowledge. You have described our mark as ‘a shadowy figure’ - is this just fanciful rhetoric or are their eyewitness reports? If so - do we think this is the work of an individual or a larger group?”
Would that I had more knowledge to give you, Bastion. But yes, there have been eye witness accounts, that’s one advantage their boldness has granted us. Although they vary, the reports talk of large shadowy figures, sometimes described as men in black cloaks, sometimes as clawed monsters with glowing eyes. It’s difficult to separate fact from fiction, but there’s definitely more than one, they always strike at night, no one knows where they take their victims, and they’re growing bolder.
Bastion, I believe you ask the correct type of question. I wonder.....you mention rumors Ms. Kealara, do you know of anyone that might have been been witness to one of these “disappearances”?
"Aye, Oi agree wit Varnish. If'n there's anythin Oi've laerned in moi time hunting beasts oot in teh wilds, teh best thing ter do is make a few peeks and peeps round teh scene of action. Donna!"Thorok fixes Darna completely with one eye and mostly with the other. "What say ye if any about teh patterns of attacks? Any parcitular areas of town these shadowy folk're like to strike?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Bastion, I believe you ask the correct type of question. I wonder.....you mention rumors Ms. Kealara, do you know of anyone that might have been been witness to one of these “disappearances”?
Most of the people who have witnessed the attacks are too frightened to talk about it. But there is one man Geddik Kalsh. He witnessed one of the attacks, he said he even took a swing at one of the assailants. I even know where you can find him... in the watch holding cell, he was picked up for getting drunk and taking a swing at a bartender last night. You could ask Desguin to see him.
"Aye, Oi agree wit Varnish. If'n there's anythin Oi've laerned in moi time hunting beasts oot in teh wilds, teh best thing ter do is make a few peeks and peeps round teh scene of action. Donna!"Thorok fixes Darna completely with one eye and mostly with the other. "What say ye if any about teh patterns of attacks? Any parcitular areas of town these shadowy folk're like to strike?"
The abductions began in the poor section of city in the south east, in the past week or so they have spread to the docks, recently they’ve even been reported near the arena.
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Ahhhh, good.... a witness is always the best place to start when dealing with investigations of this sort. Previously, there was a small.. detail, I guess you could call it, that was incorrect. I am not a sorcerer. While my abilities do manifest themselves as what those on this plane would refer to as a sorcerer, I am divine priest of the God of Life and Light, Mishakal.
Similarly.....her light shines most brightly when the complete picture is painted. Is there anything you might have...not mentioned, that would be pertinent to this case (Persuasion)?
Ackam is amused by the miming head of the mechanized mercenary and gives the metal head a smile. "I'm gonna like ya o' Rusty," he says to Bastion. He returns to his seat and listens to Darna as she explains the recent phenomena of abductions as well as the follow up question posed by his new crew. In between he takes sips of ale and his eyes start to glaze over from the combination of smoke and booze. Ackam leans forward towards Darna and asks "what can you tell us about yer friend Rastave and how can we goes about contacting da fella? Also, is it possible to make some marking on de map of some sort dat indicates where some of de attacks have happened? And last, sorry for taking up so much of de time, but what have de Assassin Guild done ter stop all dis?" He leans back and takes another sip of the foamy beer.
My apologies, Varris, I was misinformed. It's hard to say what may be pertinent to the investigation, but nothing springs to mind. The attacks began a little over a month ago, nothing like this has happened in Olber in recent memory, the Guild Masters wouldn't allow it. So perhaps someone has some kind of sway over the council or the Thirteen for them not to have interceded by now. Now that I think of it, there's been some kind of change among the thirteen... not something that I can put my finger on, but a shift.
Ahhhh, good.... a witness is always the best place to start when dealing with investigations of this sort. Previously, there was a small.. detail, I guess you could call it, that was incorrect. I am not a sorcerer. While my abilities do manifest themselves as what those on this plane would refer to as a sorcerer, I am divine priest of the God of Life and Light, Mishakal.
Similarly.....her light shines most brightly when the complete picture is painted. Is there anything you might have...not mentioned, that would be pertinent to this case (Persuasion)?
Ackam is amused by the miming head of the mechanized mercenary and gives the metal head a smile. "I'm gonna like ya o' Rusty," he says to Bastion. He returns to his seat and listens to Darna as she explains the recent phenomena of abductions as well as the follow up question posed by his new crew. In between he takes sips of ale and his eyes start to glaze over from the combination of smoke and booze. Ackam leans forward towards Darna and asks "what can you tell us about yer friend Rastave and how can we goes about contacting da fella? Also, is it possible to make some marking on de map of some sort dat indicates where some of de attacks have happened? And last, sorry for taking up so much of de time, but what have de Assassin Guild done ter stop all dis?" He leans back and takes another sip of the foamy beer.
Desguin can be found at the Watch headquarters, if necessary you can tell him that you are acting under my authority. Yes, I can mark your map for you with the locations of the attacks. As for the Assassin's guild, I cannot say, in the past they dealt with any non sanctioned killings quite severely, but they don't make their business public knowledge.
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Sounds like a good balance, just checking!
"Likewise, Ackum, much obleegiated." Thorok turns to the halfling. "Earthhand's me druidic title, s'not any tribe Oi know of. Oi wandered here oh Oi don' know how many years ago, s'bin a haze these past couple o' decades if'n Oi'm bein honest wit yeh good folk. Wandrin abowt Oi suppose. Fancy a poof?" He raises an eyebrow to Ackam, holding out his pipe, before similarly casting his gaze about the rest of the party.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Rather conspicuously at a corner table sits a figure hooded in what can only be called an approximation of a leather cloak. A poorly stitched collection of hiided barely conceals the imposing frame of a hulking figure beneath it.
those in the bar could swear this person has been sitting here all day, perhaps even waiting in the street for hours before the pub opened and now sits with the same mug of ale that they ordered when they came in
A pair of glowing blue eyes flirt around the bar and land on the table of adventurers as each new member walks in.
despite their best efforts - this humanoids attempt to blend in can only be described as stilted and awkward
The sound of heavy scraping breaks through the din of the bar as Bastion stands from its seat and approaches the table. It is now clear that its patchwork cloak barely covers a massive armored frame reaching almost 7ft tall. Beneath the cowl you can make out a dark weathered blue armor that seems to glow with life from within. A heavy plate-mail hand clunks down on the table interrupting the jovial conversation that has begun. A soothing, but rather monotone voice comes from beneath the cowl and you begin to realize that this is not a humanoid wearing heavy armor, but rather a walking talking piece of living armor.
"GREETINGS. I WAS MADE AWARE OF A REQUEST FOR HELP AND WAS INFORMED TO MEET AT THIS LOCATION. I HAVE BEEN SITTING IN THE CORNER... THERE. AND AFTER CLOSE OBSERVATION HAVE COME TO THE ASSUMPTION THAT THIS IS THE GROUP WITH WHICH I AM TO MEET? CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY MY SUSPICIONS?"
BASTION is a genderless construct from a bygone era. From its build you can tell that whoever crafted this machination designed it with battle in mind. Standing around 7 feet tall and probably weighing in at 320 lbs - BASTION is made entirely of dark metallic blue plate armor with only the slightest silver decorative etchings. Its eyes give off a soft blueish silver glow and the bracers covering its arms are crafted from rather heavy shields and covered in dents and scuffs from countless battles. The chest of this construct has a small silver crest of a shield and despite its intimidating stature it speaks with a soft calming voice.
"By teh shaeggy mane o' Űlȃrian! What in teh foive spirits are ye??" Earthhand starts in surprise upon seeing the giant suit of living armor, and forgets about his pipe for a moment. "Oi don' oft trust enchantmentings t'ain't wrought outta good honest wood and stone, but Oi've an open mind"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam takes the pipe from Earthhand, and examines up close, sniffing the burning essence before cracking a big shit eating grin "Ah, smell o' sweetness, Earthhand," Ackam says and then take a few puffs off the pipe and lets the smoke flow out through his nose. He leans back, dries off some of the beer from Agency's acrobatics and relaxes. He looks over at Varris and nods at his comment about the Etherian red, "I personally can't swallow da grape stuff. Leave me with o' nasty headache. I stick to da ales and liquors."
When Bastion rears his mechanical head over to the group, Ackam sits up straight and mouth agape."What da feck is dat? Darna, what type o' job are we look dat here that we need a feckin walken' machine." But after he hears the soothing voice of Bastion he again relaxes a bit. He stands on his stool and is still shorter than the blue machine. He looks at it straight into its mechanical eyes, are there spirits in dere? he thinks to himself.
Riaell Golden Brow! The Construct! Bastion you say? Magnificent, I'd heard stories, but I never imagined... Magnificent! Mikkael stands and begins to examine Bastion. Darna puts her hand on his arm and directs him back to his chair.
Bastion, you are most welcome, please erm... make yourself comfortable? These will be your companions, Aedra sorceress, Earthhand the druid, Ackam a barbarian sailor from the north, Agency a gladiator of some renown, my brother Mikkael, Cleric of Riaell, and Varris another practitioner of sorcery. Now that we are all here we can begin. I have brought you all here because your reputations proceeded you. You are a capable lot with a variety of skills, your talents in conjunction with the fact that non of you are enmeshed in the current events in Olber make you the perfect candidates. Darna pauses for a moment, unsure how to continue. Things have changed in Olber recently. People fear the night, it used to be the thieves guild kept enough order that all you had to fear was a mugging or kidnapping at the worst. And the Assassins guild dealt severely with anyone who killed without a contract. Now people disappear nightly. There are rumors of shadowy figure striking in the night stealing people away to Gods know where. It started only in the poorer sections of town, but they grow bolder by the day.
What I need for you to do is take the paths that I cannot, I chose some of you because of your... less than lawful backgrounds, there are those among the Thirteen who would talk to you much more readily than me. We must find out what is going on and put a stop to it. I have some few leads that might help you to get started. I have made contacts among several of the guilds that could serve as inroads for you in your investigation. Firstly I think you should see my associate Desguin Rastave of the City Watch. After that there is Renzton WIndsong at the University of Magic, and she lowers her voice and glances around the room. My friend Nimbus in the Thieves Guild. Before I send you off on your investigation I would be remiss if I didn't answer any questions that you have for me. She takes a sip of wine, her mouth suddenly dry. Well?
BASTION stares back into the eyes of Ackam - tilting his head in curiosity. Without breaking the stare of this boisterous Halfling...
”What is your interest in the culling of this threat, Darna? Also I do not mind your friend - I have found that my appearance inspires a bit of curiosity - he is free to examine me within reason.”
Excellent, I Darna shoots him a look *ahem* I suppose there’ll be time enough for that later. Mikkael sits back down
My interest in putting an end to this threat stems from my desire to not see the poor and defenseless trod upon for no better reason than they are poor and defenseless. If the rich were disappearing the nobles would have organized and put a stop to this weeks ago. If no one else will help stop this, it falls to me, well it falls to you, more truthfully, but it falls to me to pay you.
Put I love the image of Bastion sitting completely still for 8 hours in the bar while his beer gets warm!
”I find the most effective weapon one can weild against a foe is knowledge. You have described our mark as ‘a shadowy figure’ - is this just fanciful rhetoric or are their eyewitness reports? If so - do we think this is the work of an individual or a larger group?”
Would that I had more knowledge to give you, Bastion. But yes, there have been eye witness accounts, that’s one advantage their boldness has granted us. Although they vary, the reports talk of large shadowy figures, sometimes described as men in black cloaks, sometimes as clawed monsters with glowing eyes. It’s difficult to separate fact from fiction, but there’s definitely more than one, they always strike at night, no one knows where they take their victims, and they’re growing bolder.
Bastion, I believe you ask the correct type of question. I wonder.....you mention rumors Ms. Kealara, do you know of anyone that might have been been witness to one of these “disappearances”?
"Aye, Oi agree wit Varnish. If'n there's anythin Oi've laerned in moi time hunting beasts oot in teh wilds, teh best thing ter do is make a few peeks and peeps round teh scene of action. Donna!" Thorok fixes Darna completely with one eye and mostly with the other. "What say ye if any about teh patterns of attacks? Any parcitular areas of town these shadowy folk're like to strike?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Most of the people who have witnessed the attacks are too frightened to talk about it. But there is one man Geddik Kalsh. He witnessed one of the attacks, he said he even took a swing at one of the assailants. I even know where you can find him... in the watch holding cell, he was picked up for getting drunk and taking a swing at a bartender last night. You could ask Desguin to see him.
The abductions began in the poor section of city in the south east, in the past week or so they have spread to the docks, recently they’ve even been reported near the arena.
Ahhhh, good.... a witness is always the best place to start when dealing with investigations of this sort. Previously, there was a small.. detail, I guess you could call it, that was incorrect. I am not a sorcerer. While my abilities do manifest themselves as what those on this plane would refer to as a sorcerer, I am divine priest of the God of Life and Light, Mishakal.
Similarly.....her light shines most brightly when the complete picture is painted. Is there anything you might have...not mentioned, that would be pertinent to this case (Persuasion)?
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Ackam is amused by the miming head of the mechanized mercenary and gives the metal head a smile. "I'm gonna like ya o' Rusty," he says to Bastion. He returns to his seat and listens to Darna as she explains the recent phenomena of abductions as well as the follow up question posed by his new crew. In between he takes sips of ale and his eyes start to glaze over from the combination of smoke and booze. Ackam leans forward towards Darna and asks "what can you tell us about yer friend Rastave and how can we goes about contacting da fella? Also, is it possible to make some marking on de map of some sort dat indicates where some of de attacks have happened? And last, sorry for taking up so much of de time, but what have de Assassin Guild done ter stop all dis?" He leans back and takes another sip of the foamy beer.
My apologies, Varris, I was misinformed. It's hard to say what may be pertinent to the investigation, but nothing springs to mind. The attacks began a little over a month ago, nothing like this has happened in Olber in recent memory, the Guild Masters wouldn't allow it. So perhaps someone has some kind of sway over the council or the Thirteen for them not to have interceded by now. Now that I think of it, there's been some kind of change among the thirteen... not something that I can put my finger on, but a shift.
Desguin can be found at the Watch headquarters, if necessary you can tell him that you are acting under my authority. Yes, I can mark your map for you with the locations of the attacks. As for the Assassin's guild, I cannot say, in the past they dealt with any non sanctioned killings quite severely, but they don't make their business public knowledge.